Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.